Harp Song

How long is a heart Is a month You can play my harp Anytime your heart desires Your sunny eyes give me chills I cannot find Tattered for some time You can't schedule love Or cope with thought Unless you want to go into a downward spiraling fall I'm no Babylon, no Qumran No king or queen No demagogue Perched on a porch Trying to ease your mind If this what champions love That's not what I'm here for No monkeyshines Or monkey shrines That's not what I'm here for If this what champions love It's not what I'm here for Take a primrose path to Hell I'll testify before myself